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Re: Of Love and Betrayal 01b/?
Date: 2013-03-22 10:32 pm (UTC)His hand was pumping his shaft faster, rubbing his thumb over the sensitive tip as he remembered Hagen's musky flavour. He licked his lips as he had licked the other man's cock just a forthnight ago. His hips slowly began to thrust into his own fist at the memory of the other man's hand tangled in his hair, pushing himself deeper into Farkas's mouth. He had been so happy to oblige, to swallow him as much as he could.
He remembered the blissful look in the other man's eyes as they shared these moments, and the love he felt for the man who had slowly turned into his hero. That night he wanted nothing more than to make Hagen scream his name, to fill him and be filled by him.
And his wish had been granted.
Before the other man found his release, he pulled away from Farkas and asked him for permission to fill him. For a lack of words, the werewolf just turned around and invited his lover to become one with him.
He will never forget the gentleness with which the man he loved slowly penetrated him.
At this memory Farkas's other hand joined the first, now slowly massaging his balls as Hagen had done the night he had taken him. They mated like the wolves they were, the thrusts getting harder the closer to the edge they both got. Hagen whispered sweet nothings into Farkas's ear, telling him for how long he had longed for him, how he drove him crazy and how he loved his tightness around his manhood, while pumping his lover's hard cock in the rythm of his own thrusts.
Farkas came all over his own hand, remembering clearly how it felt as his lover spilled his seed inside of him. He felt so complete that night, as if the part that had been missing all his life had finally been found. But now he felt more lonely than he had ever before. Alone with his thoughts, the lingering smell of the other man on his sheets, and his own seed spilled over his hands.
Just like the next morning, when he woke up to find his lover gone. And the day after, when he finally confronted Hagen who, looking at him with these cold eyes that normally had been reserved for others, but never him, confessed it had been a mistake.
The pain in his heart returned with the memory, together with the humiliation and self-loathing.
Had he lost a friend because he could not control his urges? Had he been used?
Farkas knew he loved the other man, and part of him refused to believe these feelings had not been mutual. Yet, Hagen was gone, an Farkas was alone with his doubts and self-loathing. And no matter how hard he tried, he could not stop thinking of the man he had fallen in love with.
Re: Of Love and Betrayal 01c/?
Date: 2013-03-22 10:33 pm (UTC)The knock on his door ripped him out of his waking dream. He turned around to look at his brother entering his room, only to hear the words he's been hoping for and dreading at the same time. “We've found him, brother.“
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Lakeview Manor was beautiful. There was no other way to describe it. The sun was just kissing the treetops when he finally arrived at his destination. Farkas knew Hagen would return to Jorrvaskr someday, but he could not wait for years. He needed clarity, and he needed it now. Vilkas, being the wonderful brother he was, had helped him track down his lost lover, and this is where the traces had led him. Farkas took a deep breath and approached the manor.
His knock on the door was answered by a skinny Nord with a knotted beard who gave the Companion a warm smile.
“How can I help you, friend?“
Farkas was sure to be at the wrong place, but there was no harm in asking. “Name's Farkas, I'm looking for the dragonborn.“
The other man's smile only grew. “You came to the right place. I am Roggi, master Hagen's steward. May I ask what business brings you here?“
Farkas swallowed. A steward? Not only did Hagen live in a damn castle, but he also had a steward? His confidence fell and he began to stutter. “Ehm... you see.... I'm with the Companions...“
Roggi Knot-Beard just laughed.
“Say no more, friend! Come in and have a seat while I fetch your shield-brother.“
The Companion just nodded and followed the other Nord into the hall.
What he saw there made him feel more out of place than ever. Not only was he led to a richly set table, no, but there was a bard standing beside it, singing the song of the dragonborn. A heavily armed redguard woman standing in the corner eyed him suspiciously, but before she could say anything, Roggi spoke to Farkas. “Nevermind Rayya. As housecarl it is her duty to be suspicious of anyone. As if anybody could actually harm the dragonborn!“ He laughed again and left a dumbfounded Farkas behind. Housecarl? Steward? What had he gotten himself into?
Shaking his head he took a seat and grabbed a bottle of mead to calm his nerves. What would he even say to Hagen? Could he even say anything with an audience around them? Maybe he should have thought of that before he came here.
For a moment he considered just getting up and running away, but he had a funny feeling that redguard woman would not be impressed.
It felt like a lifetime before the Steward came back, followed by noone else than the dragonborn himself. Hagen did not look pleased to see Farkas, but he already had suspected as much. The werewolf greeted the other man with a nod. “Shield-brother“.
Hagen, however, only glared in reply and looked at Farkas. After a few minutes he sighed and nodded at him. “Follow me.“
Farkas did as he was told and followed the dragonborn down a ladder into what seemed to be the basement. He was amazed to not only see a shrine to each of the nine divines, but also a forge complete with smelter down there. Powerful weapons, some of them daedric artefacts, decorated the walls. It seemed the dragonborn spent a lot of time in this place.
He sat down on a small table and offered the only other chair in the place to the other man.
His deep voice that never failed to send shivers down Farkas's spine echoed through the room.
Re: Of Love and Betrayal 01d/?
Date: 2013-03-22 10:34 pm (UTC)The other man was not able to look into the dragonborn's eyes. Instead he focused on the altars and tried desperately to keep his voice steady. It did not matter in the end, for they both knew Hagen could hear Farkas's heart beat faster than normal.
“I need to talk to you, shield-brother.“
“We already talked. I have nothing more to say to you.“
These words, spoken in such a harsh tone, made Farkas look at the man opposite of him. These eyes that once held such warmth now were cold as steel.
“I don't believe you!“
That was then the werewolf spotted something in the other man's eyes. A flicker of.... of something. Emotion. Hope. Despair, maybe? Whatever it was, Farkas knew he had to hold on to this.
“You said it was a mistake, but I have seen the way you looked at me that night.“ Hagen grimaced as if in pain at these words.
“You can not expect me to accept that!“
The dragonborn stood up and faced the altars, turning his back towards Farkas.
“I'm not giving you a choice. Whatever was that night is gone, what happened will never hapen again. Just accept it and leave me be.“
Farkas closed his eyes and focused. He could hear it. His heart was not the only one that was beating too fast. No, the other man was clearly distressed, but why? He got up and put a hand on Hagen's shoulder, expecting to be shaken off – but he wasn't.
“What is it that troubles you so, brother? You do know how I feel. I know you do.“
At these words, the dragonborn turned around. His eyes were the same as Farkas remembered. So deep, so warm, and so full of affection, and yet more sad than he had ever seen them. “I beg you, don't tempt me like this, Farkas!“
The other man just smiled a little. “And why not?“
Before he had even finished asking his question, their lips crashed together in a passionate kiss. Their tongues fought for dominance as all the built up frustration, anger, and fear was released.
Farkas felt as if he was flying, This was paradise, he was sure of it. The dragonborn's tongue hungrily plundered his mouth, dominating the other Companion completely. “I love you, Hagen“ Farkas finally confessed between kisses. “I know“, the other man whispered, “I know.“
Re: Of Love and Betrayal 01e/?
Date: 2013-03-22 10:34 pm (UTC)“Hagen, you did not even introduce me to your friend!“ the young woman said with a flirty voice as she made her way over to the two Companions. She barely acknowledged the piece of armour on the ground, or the fact that the dragonborn was half naked, and immediately turned to Farkas.
“You must be the Companion I heard so much about. I am Orla, Hagen's wife“ she said with the most pleasant voice.
Farkas's jaw dropped. Wife? He felt himself grow pale, but tried his best to keep his composure. “Name's Farkas“ he said with a shaky voice as he shook her hand. “Wait, I know you, don't I“ the beautiful young Nord woman suddenly said. The Companion only looked at her, still shocked. “But of course! You saved me from these bandits a few years ago! Remember?“ Suddenly memories came back. A pleasant young woman, nice face, always smiling... “You're that priestess of Dibella, right?“ The woman just nodded. “Such a pleasure to see you again!“ She playfully punched Hagen's shoulder. “He is such a brute. You'd think he'd invite his comrades over from time to time, but he is absolutely useless when it comes to being a good host. Are you staying for lunch, Farkas?“
He jumped a little as he heard his name, and was finally able to look away from the dragonborn who looked absolutely disgusted. Knowing his voice would fail him, he just nodded.
“Oh wonderful! I'll go prepare the food right away!“
With a wave in their direction, she was gone.
Farkas collapsed back into the chair and buried his face in his hands.
A wife. The bastard had a wife.
Re: Of Love and Betrayal 01e/?
Date: 2013-03-23 12:35 am (UTC)Re: Of Love and Betrayal 01e/?
Date: 2013-03-23 07:15 pm (UTC)Though, of course, it's up to the OP and A!anon.
Re: Of Love and Betrayal 01e/?
Date: 2013-03-24 04:15 am (UTC)She's a priestess of Dibella. Come onnnn, it could work.
Re: Of Love and Betrayal 02a/2
Date: 2013-03-26 03:17 pm (UTC)“Love, how come your friend is so quiet?“ she finally asked Hagen. He only shrugged in reply. “He's always been shy.“ The priestess of Dibella just chuckled. “Well, he certainly wasn't shy when I met him for the first time.“ Farkas tried not to blush at her suggestive wink. Now that she mentioned it, he did remember a short fling with her. She was terribly grateful back then when he saved her life, but he hadn't thought of the encounter in years. It just wasn't really worth remembering.
After eating up as fast as he could, he desperately looked for an excuse to flee the manor, when once again Orla beat him to it. “So, how does the armour-fitting go?“ Hagen and Farkas looked at each other for a split second. Armour fitting? The young woman noticed the confused glances and added as an afterthought “That is what you did down there.... or am I mistaken?“
Hagen intervened immediately. “Of course, what else could we possibly do down there. It goes well enough I suppose.“
Farkas swallowed.
“I see...“ Orla, however, did not seem to be convinced. “Well, since we are lucky enough to have another seasoned warrior in the house for the day, maybe the two of you could go out and hunt us something nice for dinner?“ She shot an accusing glance towards Hagen. “You see, Farkas, my dear husband has promised for days now to bring home some fresh game, but he always seems to have more important things to do down in that basement of his. Maybe you could go hunt together?“ she sent Farkas a pleading look, but he could not stand to be in Hagen's presence any longer than necessary. “I'm sorry, but I'm afraid...“ - “Of course we will go hunting together. That's what he's here for, after all.“ Hagen interrupted him, shooting him a glance that threatened death should he dare contradict him.
Farkas just took another gulp of mead. How was he supposed to survive this day?
After lunch Hagen left the table to search his armory for a bow for Farkas. The Companion found himself alone with his friend's wife, and at a loss of words. Orla just looked at Farkas who tried to look as unsuspicious as possible, which – since he was Farkas – failed miserably. Her eyes, earlier so full of joy and affection, now seemed appraising and cold.
“I do love him, you know” she said all of a sudden. Farkas was unable to hold her gaze and quickly took another gulp of mead. “I know. You are his wife after all.” “That does not necessarily mean anything. People marry for many reasons.” Farkas just nodded. He was well aware that, especially in Skyrim, not all weddings were based on love. “I was lucky enough to marry the man I could easily consider my best friend...” Orla continued. Farkas just wanted to be anywhere else but here, talking about anything but Hagen. Yet there was no escape. He could only pray that his friend might find their weapons soon and get him out of here. For once his prayers were heard as the dragonborn returned to the dining area before Orla was able to finish whatever speech she had come up with.
She spared Farkas one last glance as the Companions got ready for the hunt. “Take care of my husband for me, Farkas.”
“I will, I promise.”
Hagen swallowed nervously.
Re: Of Love and Betrayal 02a/2
Date: 2013-03-26 03:18 pm (UTC)As soon as the two men had disapeared into the woods, Orla returned into the house and approached the steward.
“Roggi, I need you to do me a favour. For Hagen's sake.”
An hour after lunch the two Companions found themselves walking through the woods, pretending to look for game.
“So, you slept with my wife? Doesn't that make me the betrayed spouse?“ Farkas just shrugged. “I also slept with her husband. What does that make me?“ Hagen's eyes sparkled with mischief. “A slut maybe?“ He easily dodged the punch that was thrown at his face and caught Farkas's hand in the process. “I was just joking, relax!“
He did not, however, avoid the knee that was aimed for his groin.
“You used me, you dirty bastard!“ Farkas screamed as the other man sank onto his knees. For a few seconds he was tempted to let his anger out on the dragonborn, to just beat him to a bloody pulp, but no matter how hurt and disappointed he felt, he could not get himself to harm the other man.
He threw his hands up in frustration and punched the nearest tree. A disgusting cracking noise indicated that some of his bones shattered on the impact, but the wolf did not care. A storm of emotions raged in him. He wasn't sure whether he should fight for the man he loved, kill him, or just run away and scream. Right now he really felt like screaming. But he had already allowed himself to be vulnerable in front of Hagen once, and he had wasted no time in using that weakness against the wolf. He would not allow himself to break down in front of the other man like that again.
His thoughts, however, were cut short when a hand carefully grabbed his wrist and examined the bloody knuckles. “You really should take better care of yourself. After all, Vilkas will kick my ass if I don't take care of you.“ A blue light engulfed the injured hand, and only moments later the pain was gone, the broken skin closed, the bones healed. “Yeah, like you took care of me that night? Or a few hours ago?“
Hagen's eyes met Farkas's. “I am sorry for everything I've put you through. I really am. This... this was never supposed to go this far!“ He let his head fall in defeat and sat down on a tree stump.
“I wanted you so much... I thought once I'd have you, It would be over and I could return to my wife... love her like she deserves to be loved...“
Re: Of Love and Betrayal 02c/2
Date: 2013-03-26 03:18 pm (UTC)“Do you love her?” he finally asked the question they both dreaded so much. Farkas was not sure if he could handle the answer, no matter what it would be. Hagen rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands. Never before had he looked so tired. “I don't know. I thought I did. I think the world of her, and the sex is amazing, but...” He shook his head. “I don't know. I never realized something was missing before... Ah, nevermind.”
“It hardly matters. You are a married man, and no matter what happens, you will always be married to her. You should never have betrayed your wife in the first place.“ He was disgusted with himself for these words. Was it not Farkas who had yearned for the other man's touch? Was it not he who begged the dragonborn to take him harder, faster? Orla had been nothing but sweet to him, and yet he despised her. He hated her for having all he could only dream of, and for giving him no real reason to hate her.
“You are right. But I was weak. I still am.“
The wolf shook his head. “So I will always be your 'affair'? The man you betray your wife with? I can't do that, Hagen. That's not enough for me.“
“I know.“ He sighed and looked away. “I am sorry, Farkas. I really am.“
“So am I, brother. Let us just return to your house so I can take my leave.“
Hagen nodded. It was for the best, even if it broke both their hearts.
Neither of them cared about the simple fact that they brought no game, nor did they heed the time any mind. They had been gone less than two hours, so Orla did not yet expect their return. Obviously.
As soon as they opened the front door, the two Companions were met by the strong smell of sex. Hagen's eyes widened visibly while Farkas just watched his shield-brother in confusion. With unexpected speed, the dragonborn sprinted to the master bedroom and ripped the doors open. Farkas followed him only to be greeted by the most unexpected sight of Orla, completely naked, riding the steward, Roggi.
The two Companions exchanged confused glances.
Re: Of Love and Betrayal 02d/2
Date: 2013-03-26 03:19 pm (UTC)It was Orla who spoke up. “No point hiding it any longer. Hagen, this farce we call marriage cannot continue. You don't love me, and Roggi is much more fun in bed than you will ever be.“ Farkas was a bit surprised that she did not even bother covering herself up, but then again, that sight was nothing either of them hadn't seen before, so there was probably no point.
Hagen's jaw dropped visibly. Farkas had to suppress a smile at the sight. The great dragonborn, speechless as his potency is being mocked.
“Fine. You just stay where you are. I'm leaving.“
Hagen turned around and almost knocked Farkas over who was standing between him and the door. He left without another word, the other Companion right behind him. Outside the dragonborn whistled for his horse, took it by its reins and led it towards the wood, waiting for Farkas to catch up.
“What in Oblivion has just happened?“ Farkas finally asked. Hagen shook his head in confusion. Had she not always loved him? Adored him? Worshiped the ground he walked on? The thing she cared the most for was his own personal happiness, so why would she...
Hagen smiled. “I think I just remembered why I married that woman in the first place.“ The wolf just frowned. “What? I don't get it.“
The dragonborn laughed. “She knew. Orla is a smart girl. She offered me a way out...“ He looked over his shoulder at Farkas. “She knew all along that I wasn't happy. When you came this morning, she probably noticed...“ he shook his head. “It doesn't matter. Let's go home, shall we?“ Farkas, still confused, just nodded in response. “You going to stay in Jorrvaskr now? After all you just lost your house...“ The dragonborn chuckled to himself. “That hardly matters, I have two more just like this one.“
Farkas crossed his arms over his chest. “Yeah, right, and I am a lusty Argonian maid.“ Hagen raised an eyebrow and mustered the wolf disapprovingly. “I mean it, Farkas. Dragonborn, remember? People are licking my boots all over Skyrim.“
“Please tell me you're joking. Another manor? Another steward?“
“Yes, even another housecarl and another bard.“
“Another wife as well?“
Hagen rubbed his beard in thought. “Let me think...“ A punch to his shoulder brought him back to reality. “Ouch!! No, no other wife as far as I can remember.“
Re: Of Love and Betrayal 02e/2e - finished!
Date: 2013-03-26 03:20 pm (UTC)This time it was the wolf who closed the distance between their lips.
“Do you think Orla will be fine?“ Hagen shrugged. “She is a strong woman with a heart of gold. She always gets her way...“ “Like she got her way with you, you mean?“ Hagen chuckled. “Yes, like when she tricked me into marrying her. No, seriously. She is a good woman. Selfless enough to let me go for my own sake. Though I can't deny I sort of want to strangle that Knot-Beard...“
Farkas laughed and patted his lover on the shoulder. “Let it go. Forget about them. From now on it is just you and me.“
Hagen laughed and took Farkas's hand.
Orla returned to the temple in Markarth the next day. Dibella was a goddess of love, after all, and Hagen's heart had never been hers. She knew the day would come when he finally found the right person, yet a small part of her had always hoped it would be herself. However, she would always remember the happiness she shared with the man she loved, but at the same time appreciated her freedom to return to her duties. Maybe she should never have left the temple in the first place. Being a priestess of Dibella had its perks, after all, and Hagen had never appreciated her Daedric-Boots-and-trout technique. She left Roggi behind to look after the house. A smile crossed her lips when she remembered how hard it was to convince the steward to aid her with her little scheme. She did not even remember the last time she had such difficulty to convince a man to lay with her. But in the end he understood, and agreed to help her despite his fear of the dragonborn's wrath.
Orla knew she did the right thing, and Dibella would reward her with happiness. All she needed to do was believe and wait. With a proud smile and her head held high, she entered the temple. Finally the priestess had returned home.
A!A here:
Date: 2013-03-26 03:22 pm (UTC)I'm not really happy with it cause it's too sugary, but to be honest, I just wanted to get it done. Chapter 1 was fun but Chap 2 really wasn't... I hope it still turned out okay, somehow.
Re: A!A here:
Date: 2013-03-27 07:33 pm (UTC)